This is the commercial ring, the inner core of the Citadel. All manner of shops and businesses can be found here, selling products ranging from the loveliest of dresses to the most exotic of herbal magics. In these crowded narrow streets where the poor can brush up against the rich, anything can happen
Darlana was up before dawn and at the Marketplace before many of the merchants had opened their doors or raised the awnings on their stalls. She had been up late the night before cutting fabric for the order to be filled from the Marcada Manse. She rubbed her eyes sleepily while she sipped a mug of tea she'd bought from a street merchant with a teacart.
The halfling raised her blue eyes to peer at the cloudy sky and was happy to see a few rays of sun glinting through. She hoped to find what she was looking for quickly here, a half-yard of gold cording for trim.
That would do, she thought, and headed for a familiar stall as the fabric and notions merchant raised her awning. Darlana's blond hair glowed in the sunlight as her head bobbed through the crowd.